What an absolute mess of superficially explored themes about addiction and America.

Not even the emotional depth or compassion Tom Holland imbues his unnamed character can save Cherry. Only a ruthless editor that would've been willing to cut 60 minutes out of it could have.

Holland flings himself into the role, and sweats desperation every second. But the Russos undermine him at every turn...

Although they bring a wonderful stylishness to Cherry, the Russos can't quite bring it home. There is too much story and not enough substance here.